Death stuff is top 3 bizarre human interaction.
Oh a field where a bunch of rotting bodies are in wooden boxes. Let’s go to that field and put flowers down to remember dead dad. I mean, dead dad never spent any time in this field when he was alive and he didn’t even like flowers, but like memories of dad and stuff because his name is on a rock. I see dead dads name on this rock now I’m sad.
Not to mention all the industries who profit off sad people. Buy this fancy box, rent this fancy room, buy this expensive dirt hole, toss dead mom in the oven and make her into a 14K necklace and if you act now, we can also turn her into a sippy cup, for free, just pay shipping and handling.
It’s all expensive and centered around sad shit. Normalize dumping bodies on the side of the highway.